the assignment for the poetry class was to write about an abundance of something…..

dusty leaves and vines
creep across the ditch
and clamber up the telephone pole
sending shoots like tentacles
into the road

I reach carefully
in between the thorns
to pluck the berries
abundant and glowing like jewels
juicy and warm
in the hot August sun

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